Some say love it is a river
That drowns the tender reed.
Some say love it is a razor
That leaves your soul to bleed.
Some say love it is a hunger
An endless, aching need.
I say love it is a flower
And you, its only seed.
Its the heart afraid of breaking, that never learns to dance.
Its the dream afraid of waking, that never takes the chance.
Its the one who won't be taken Who cannot seem to give..
And the soul afraid of dying,
That never learns to live.

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